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B.Caroline

Searching in Between Lines of Black and White

Happiness is there, hiding under things

too heavy for me to lift. 

The shallow pieces I had before

slip through my hands these days.

I could reach for it,

search within the deepest depths of myself;

but I am sure no happiness can be found

by whispering secrets that may start off

soft… quiet… but all leading up to wars nobody could afford.

It may be hidden somewhere deep, or not,

in the beauty of myself;

But I’ll never know after years of looking

into the waves of a circus mirror.

In all the places that shined brightest,

colors have faded, taking from the appeal

to keep my eyes open.

So lately, I don’t so much.

Finding joy is such a waste when you have forgotten

where you put your happy.

I LOVE my new wallet!

I LOVE my new wallet!

Taste testing tomorrow’s dessert— Red, White & Blue Fruit Crisp. (cherry, apple, blueberry)

I’m pretty sure love is when he saves the last piece of pie for you. I’m eating the proof right now.

I’m pretty sure love is when he saves the last piece of pie for you. I’m eating the proof right now.

Flowers meant to brighten my day. It worked. 

Flowers meant to brighten my day. It worked. 

 
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